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On a very stormy day, he wanders off discouraged and mad. The storm right then was matching his feelings—bad. Jack sighs and says, “I’ll just keep going, and maybe I’ll find a home where I’m appreciated for who I am.” So he tramps and tromps through the blustery snow.
Black Jack is relieved to see a cave in the distance. “Hooray! Maybe I’ll have shelter for the night, f nobody has taken it already.”
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